Age too. It had been 20+ years. I’m 48 now (jfc) and a lot of things have passed in those twenty odd years. Different person overall really. “Remembering” is a spot on term, it goes beyond discovering. The cosmic forehead slap as outlined by
@shiels .
Two mates had just come off horrifically difficult stints working with dying Covid patients. Both expressed this to me via emails independent of each other in the build up, so I knew it could get knotty. We’d all lost parents since the last mission together too, you never really get over that, not to be maudlin but for context.
The snapback was quick on the way out and very easy and gradual on the way back. When you see a 24 hr Spar on the street as you emerge out of the wilds like Stig of the Dump, knowing there’s ice cold water and fresh-ish fruit to drink and eat, aka civilisation, then it can be a bit of paradox too - welcoming and disappointing. Added to that, these are old ardcore heads who insisted on revisiting this mix as soon as the keys were in the door. Imagine my poor House sensibilities (fuck off, this is the tits)